Sometimes we find ourselves wallowing around within the confines of self-inflicted boxes. All we can see are the limits imposed by the box. I was sitting on the deck the other day playing some Lukas Nelson on my Echo, feeling really sorry for myself and I wrote a poem: I’m a sad old man, without a plan, throwing it all away again. Pretending to not give a damn, not knowing if I’ll lose or win.
Well, I thought, that’s pretty bleak as I consumed some Oregon fruit from my recent trip, I need to start thinking out of the box. I was trying to figure out how to get Steph and her stuff to Tennessee towards the end of August while towing her truck behind the U-Haul and then getting my own ass back here to get my life moving and what about Piper while I was gone.
As I went to bed my brain was on fire and around midnight I got it. Leave early in August, pull my truck behind the U-Haul, unload in Tennessee and drive back here. Steph can put new tires on her Tundra and drive east on our last day, I’ll then grab my stuff and Piper and drive to… Oh wait, I haven’t worked that part out yet, better go visit the deck one more time…
I visited my boy Riley and wife Jess at their new home in the Northwest. I’m really proud of these kids, they’ve landed a beautiful isolated spread on prime land. I took a bunch of photos but for privacy all I’m sharing here is the first night fire-pit shots, including Riley’s boyhood friend (and mine) and a fine shot of Mt. Rainier.
I’ve been eating a breakfast of red cabbage, beets and garlic for years now and it’s one of the things I attribute my great health to. I also started adding kale for the calcium but the store was out today. I usually dice everything up together in my Cuisinart and store it in a container in the fridge but lately it’s begun to ferment before I finish it.
My normal procedure is to heat a third cup of water in a sauce pan, add 3/4 cup of the mixture, heat and boil for a couple minutes and then thicken it up with ground flax-seed meal. It has the texture of oatmeal and when topped with a sliced banana it’s great!
I’m going to be traveling for a bit shortly so I came up with an idea: Dice each vegetable separately, store one serving amounts in small individual baggies, and then freeze them. I’ll transport them in my cooler and all I have to do is power up my portable hotplate, heat water, add the frozen mix and cook.
One average sized cabbage, three beets, and one jar of peeled garlic made 16 meals. Of course, I had to bag up some flax-seed also:
One of Piper’s and my favorite affectionate gestures is to nuzzle noses. I don’t realize how cute her little nose is until I get down in her space when she’s sleeping.
While I was doing the Parade (see post below), Tori was going up for her first balloon ride. Steph knows the balloon people, having provided their propane over the years, and got Tori a ride with three seasoned balloon pilots.
and, the great photo-journalist Steph shot a flawless video of the launch, here:
I took a different approach to the Parade this year. Instead of standing midway in the madness I went to the start of the parade as it made the turn off of Elm Street on to Main Street (yes, I know…)
It worked out good, saw a couple folks and some kids that I know in the parade and I suppose because I was bare-shirted working on my tan, the Laid-Back boys tossed me a free Route 66 tee-shirt. Click the photo below to see the 132 shots I took.
There’s a baby in the house, with an unusual name. I asked how his name was spelled and found out Ari has two first names, hyphenated together. What the heck, why not! He’s also pretty darn cute…
Tomorrow’s our big moving sale and I think it will go well, we’ve got some good stuff. There’s an ad in the local paper with a post on the local Facebook garage sale site, it’s 4th of July weekend and we’re right off of Ski Hill with lot’s of tourists going by.
To top it off, we’ve got company from Washington. Jimmy and Sandy are here with kids in tow: one pre-teen girl, a 2.5 year old energizer bunny girl and an infant boy. The house is full, somewhat empty of furnishings, and loud.
Should be fun!
I’m convinced that trees have a soul, as do every living entity. I’ve watched our trees grow magnificently over the last 13 years, and I’ve seen a few get sick. When they get too far gone, Steph has them cut down.
All of the stubs are now starting to rise from the ground as if being pushed up by the roots of the surrounding trees. It wouldn’t surprise me if they started growing again…
My nephew Brian and I hung out at Lava Hot Springs yesterday. The sun was hot, the water was hotter and he and I were just plain hotties. It’s probably a good thing we don’t travel together too often, the cosmic vibrations bouncing off of south Idaho could cause Yellowstone to blow.